science fiction
The bridge between imagination and technological advancement, where the dreamer’s vision predicts change, and foreshadows a futuristic reality. Science fiction has the ability to become “science reality”.
The Stone Elevator
The Stone Elevator I stepped into the stone doorway and watched the heavy doors close behind me. I was happy to leave the training grounds, where I’d been preparing for a battle with spirits, but I knew I would be trading one battle for another in the next realm I visited.
By Sarah Whitney5 years ago in Futurism
Coordinates: Unknown
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. The towering trees surrounding me were like nothing found on Earth. Silver bark flecked with bits of violet and green gave way to red-tipped, translucent leaves the shape of diamonds. Massive roots thicker around than a car tore through the damp, mulch-littered ground to form loops and half-circles in the air. Bushes large enough to be trees themselves clustered in groups among the trunks, sporting fruits or berries of sizes and shapes I’d never seen.
By Julie Davis5 years ago in Futurism
Into Each Life, Some Rain Must Fall
It wasn't supposed to be raining. Rain was always scheduled for seven o'clock. He checked his watch. It was 6:15 PM. An antique, but a convenient one, he thought. Most people simply relied on the weather to structure their days. Yet some people — like the Man — went out of their way to find clocks and watches or other gear-tech. Tonight, it seems, it had paid off. It was not yet seven, and something was wrong.
By Taylor Yellin5 years ago in Futurism
The World of Stengam
“Gibberish. It’s just plain gibberish!” I shouted out loud with a heavy deafening tone. Did I sound confident enough? I had no idea what I just said. “He’s a bit disoriented,” said a humanoid shaped figure in the blurry shadows. It took me a second, but I realized this person looked like a machine more than anything. I was just born, so it makes sense that I’m a bit out of it, I guess. I’m not exactly sure about anything at the moment. At least it seemed like my birth was within the range of normality. My vocabulary was enhanced, and I understood my language, along with all the other basic functions of communication. It didn’t take long for me to remember all of life’s fundamental knowledge. Does it even count as remembering if you never knew it was there?
By Alejandro Licea II5 years ago in Futurism
Free Will
The question was simple on its face: is the universe deterministic or probabilistic? But it had split his Philosophy of Physics students into two irate groups. Usually the students tried to retain some sense of civility. The smartest one would give their opinion and the rest would follow suit in an attempt to avoid looking foolish. But not this class, these students had both curiosity and passion.
By Kelly Wood5 years ago in Futurism
The Sigil
Avalos Compound. 10:47am: May 7th, 2036. Ava’s Birthday. “Soran darling, are you awake?” A soothing and compassionate voice filled the air eagerly greeting her daughter. “Today's a very special day, Dear! You have progressed faster than expected and are now ready to learn the more advanced techniques of the Avalos family. I'm so proud of you!!!” Her mom excitedly continued not even waiting for a response. Meanwhile, tiny Soran was cozily tucked under her feather filled comforter fast asleep on her memory foam mattress. She usually crawled into bed around 9 am from her intense gaming sessions.
By Manny Morgano5 years ago in Futurism
Anomaly
Igor opened his eyes to the steady rhythm of click-clack, click-clack. Today was the day. Shifting Day. He got out of bed, narrowly avoided hitting his head on the bunk above him, and tiptoed past his two youngest sisters, still fast asleep on the floor. Their bedroom had flooded again last night, the third time in a month. He inched open the top drawer of a small dresser and pulled out the best clothes he had. He looked at them with a grimace, then pulled them on.
By andrew thompson5 years ago in Futurism
Helm Watchers
“If the plague didn’t kill me, nothing will,” I said aloud to nobody as I let the cerulean-striped Devil Spider crawl on my leg. It strafed side to side on my resting calf then sat still. Impatient, I grabbed a pen and tapped the back of the spider to antagonize it. Success—the spider tensed and bit down into the meat of my calf. I winced, held my breath, then exhaled blissfully as the alien spider’s venom passed through my brain.
By Ty D Lowman5 years ago in Futurism
